Everything Exists in the Word

 One of my favorite passages by Neruda on words:

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend . . . I bow to them . . . I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down . . . I love words so much . . . The unexpected ones . . . The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop . . . Vowels I love . . . They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew . . . I run after certain words . . . They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem . . I catch them in midflight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives . . . And I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go . . . I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves . . . Everything exists in the word . . . From Memoirs by Pablo Neruda (NY: Penguin, 1974), p. 53.

In A Word: Morning

 I want to enjoy early morning again. The cold, dark winter mornings made me want to sleep in and enjoy the warmth of the covers, two dogs, and a cat or two. Now that the light is coming earlier and the mornings are not so cold, I want to enjoy the sunrise and simple pleasures of morning. I read a recent interview of Mary Oliver and after reading it I revisited her poetry. This one spoke to me tonight.

Morning

 by Mary Oliver

Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.
Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

Three Words: Mac and Cheese

 I have continued this week-end to experiment with food photos. As I read ways to photograph food I was amazed at the tips photographers suggested to get food to look so delicious and inviting in magazines and books. Tonight I experimented with macaroni and cheese. Here it is step by step:

SIbling Assignment #149: Vases

I gave the third of our sibling assignments with photography. " Create a collection...choose something that is easily accessible: soup bowls,cell phones, sofas, chairs, vases...whatever. Create a series of photographs on the collection all photographed the same way. Put them into a collage or a frame together. Write about the experience."

When I scrounge around yard sales and thrift stores I am always looking for vases for my vast collection. I particularly look for different sizes since the fresh cut flowers from my garden can have very short stems to long, long stems. A few of these vases have been gifts from people that know what I love! I also enjoy using unique canning jars for vases. They hold lots of flowers and with a little raffia around the neck, provide a bit of country charm. Old teapots and pitchers are also favorite vessels to hold flowers. The possibilities are endless. Today I photographed most of these vases on the piano shelf. The dark background worked well for most. The others moved to the window so the light could illuminate the blue and green.

Two Words: Strawberry Photos

 

I have been studying food photography recently trying new things and experimenting with light, styling, and composition. Here is a series of food photos I tried featuring strawberries.

Faceless St. Patrick's Day Photos

As I captured the wearing of the green today with my camera, not too many students even wanted to show their faces. It made the pictures much more interesting as I focused on the wearing of the green.